Goblin Soldier (mercenary): Hey! This ain’t no place for a thug like you! Grab your Gobbiebag and get your Gobbie-butt outta here before you get it sliced off and served to you with a side of wild onions!

”Hey, you’ve got it all wrong. That rat kidnapped my family and told me that if I didn’t help him break into the Hill of Bonding, he’d hurt them. But wait... What’s a good Goblin like you doing fighting here in the city?”

Goblin Soldier: Showing them lizards the pointy side of my trusty rod, what does it look like? I’m working for the city, just like everybody else you see around you. The Serpent Generals are always looking for more meat for the grinder. Only 50 more levels or so, and we might even have some use for the likes of you.

”Only 50... I wonder how many forest hares that is...”

Goblin Soldier: Now, if you want to live to see next Windsday, I suggest you find yourself a nice dark corner and cower there until your mommy comes to save your sorry butt!

”Aye-aye, sir!”

I’ll just stand right over here and let the professionals handle this. Yeah, this has been all very educational and such, but when it’s all over, you can bet I’m hopping right on the first ferry back home (but not before I collect my reward for a hard day’s work of besieging, heh heh...).
See you arou--

”Heh heh heh... Hey guys... Um...nice tattoos...? No?”